Showing posts with label stir crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stir crazy. Show all posts

Thursday, July 08, 2010

I want to be Sonam Kapoor



without having to be Anil Kapoor's daughter.

a. I find her beautiful, she has such a nice body. such nice hair.

b. She is constantly on magazine covers (not some shady magazines either) and

most importantly,

c. she gets to wear the nicest clothes. THE NICEST. The nicest bags, shoes.

She is always dressed chic and sexy and fresh. She wears the best brands, her figure made like a mannequin. Everyone wants to dress her up in their name.




Man.

I should stop checking out highheelconfidential.com

Thursday, June 10, 2010

2.18

when can I go home.
when there is so much left to do.
when
when
when
when
when
when should I stop
when do I get out
when
when
when
when

argh. it is 2.18 and a long night yet.
why is it never so long
when i'm happy
when i'm free
when
when
when
when i'm free to sleep
when can I sleep

when

wishing well

super stressed
super tired
supremely pissed off
incredibly touchy
uncontrollable weeping
deep sorrow
worry
anguish
upset
screaming
sulky
sad

unhappy

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Take your marie biscuit life,

take your plain jane designs

For your future and your wife,

for your planned and sexy life


and throw it out the window.


If it is that much simple now,

sir, it will get too much complicated.


Murthy's law.


Monday, May 17, 2010

are we human or are we dancer

Silly song, but I like it. The Killers. Plays at TGIF all the time. I'm usually high by the third time the song comes on. I like it.

are we human
or are we dancer
my signs are vital
my hands are cold
I'm on my knees
looking for the answer
are we human
or are we dancer

In an interview with Rolling Stone, Flowers said that he was irritated over the confusion about the lyrics and also that fans were unhappy with the song's dance beat: "It's supposed to be a dance song, [the beat] goes with the chorus...If you can't put that together, you're an idiot. I just don't get why there's a confusion about it."

Well Mr. Flowers. It's a silly song. Don't get all bent up about it. I like it.
You could've tried

Are we human
or are we Lancer
the cars were sexy
and they're now so old
I was driving one,
then I got the answer
Must be human
to drive a Lancer

No?

I'm going nuts. The song is good though. I like it.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

glassy romance

Meet my 3d glasses with spunk. Rowdy fellow



so when that didn't work out, he went for my Fabulous brown ones.
Well, they are fcuk glasses.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

the takeover code, in love

In life, in love, we need the takeover code, as much as we do in law.

Why?

You can have creeping acquisitions, but whenever your feelings for someone cross certain thresholds, it is best you make public announcements and where necessary, offers. Else, it might be construed as a hostile takeover attempt by the target who would then proceed to get you, and your foolish heart, into a lot of trouble.

While you suffer with the penalty, the target would get rescued by a white knight.

What can I say?

[apologies to those who have no idea what the takeover code is]

Friday, February 26, 2010

(wasn't quite done)

my dear mango, you are so juicy
so very squeezy
theres no excuse
for you to not be in my hands right now

my sweet mango, whether alphonso
or banganapalli
you are so lovely
so divine

oh sweet mango,
please

please

be mine.

ode to mango

oh sweet mango
where are you
when is the season to see you
to cut you up
into small sunshiney bits
and eat you

oh sweet sweet

mango

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Q&A

Q:

What do you call a V without chinese food?


A:

A V who wants chinese food.


___

I love chinese food.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

book

How to deal with being Evil.

No no

How to deal with being Evil, for dummies.

That would be a ‘good-buy’ book. Now, to just wait for someone to write it.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

humsafar

tum bhi suffer?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

ten minutes of thought explained

-Scared myself silly in my lodge room in Latur last night. Its one of those 'medimix packets, starchy towels, stainy sheets, we're-on-a-pilgrimage, do-not check behind the thick velvet curtains' rooms.

-Exercise might not be my enemy, but fat is now my friend. Even if I bitch about it, I wont actively get rid of it. no.

-Imagined screaming at a partner who in my head was screaming at me. In reality he has no idea who I am. good good.

-I like feeling 'cool' in my head. I think up a lot of situations (day dream) and conjure up great 'show-stopping' actions and words, delivered by me. There's applause sometimes. Long live the spirit of rajnikanth in me.

-I'm not sure if stepping out at 1 in the night in a place like Latur puts a girl in the 'stupid' category or 'brave' category or what. It's sad that it would have to be put in some category. If I said it was to watch pyaar impossible, would your answer change?

-Sometimes I think I might not be able to scream when attacked. Sometimes I think I might scream, just, middle of class or office and then I have to physically shut my mouth to stop myself.

-Caramel custard, when made right and served right, is pretty beautiful.

Thursday, November 05, 2009